Chapter 39 – Beautiful, Always

The morning light spilled gently into the penthouse. Ravi stood at the doorway, holding a neatly folded shirt. “Wear this,” he said softly, handing it to Gayathri.

She smiled and took it, slipping it over her shoulders. The soft fabric felt like him against her skin.

While she adjusted it, Ravi moved to the kitchen, putting on an apron. “I’ll cook today,” he said with a small grin.

Gayathri laughed, helping him with small tasks. Soon, the aroma of breakfast filled the room, warm and comforting. They sat together, sharing the simple meal, the quiet moments stretching comfortably between them.

Ravi looked at her then, his eyes lingering. “Gayu,” he said gently, voice low, “for me… you’re beautiful. Marks or no marks, everything about you.”

Her cheeks warmed, a smile spreading across her face. Those words meant more than any compliment, because they came after everything—after the pregnancy, the delivery, the struggles.

Ravi reached out, softly touching the faint marks on her body. His hand lingered, tracing them gently. “Last night… I claimed you again and again,” he whispered. “And I meant every bit. You’re mine. Always. And you’re beautiful.”

Gayathri’s eyes glistened. She reached over, placing her hands on his chest, then gently kissed his cheek. “You make me feel special,” she murmured.

Ravi leaned down, pressing a tender kiss on her belly. “And this,” he said softly, “the best gift you’ve given me—Rivan, on my birthday.”

Gayathri smiled, her fingers brushing over his as she hugged him close. She pressed a kiss to his lips. He responded instantly, capturing her lips with his own in a deep, gentle kiss.

They held each other for a long moment, the quiet joy between them filling every corner of the penthouse, the world outside fading away.